Cuisines Negombo sits where the interesting but short-lived Rasathi did. Unlike Rasathi, though, you can now eat in on a solitary table: so there is no need now to eat your Sri Lankan order in Victoria Park, though its demise means I never got to pitch them my ‘Patty in the Park’ idea. Named after Read More
‘Hello, nice to see you today…Lamb or chicken?’ Welcome to The South Kitchen, and the smallest menu in Cardiff. You don’t pick your happy place. Your happy place picks you: and although The South Kitchen has very recently moved to Albany Road, it feels like business as usual. Sure, it looks very different in here, Read More
One: ‘Just because’ He hands me a paper cup of shaah cadays as I settle in. I haven’t ordered it- he has brought it ‘just because’- but this Somali spiced tea, chai’s close cousin, sweet and perfumed with cardamom- is just the thing on a dark, mizzly Cardiff evening. Perhaps I look like I need Read More
It smells fantastic in here today. Instantly, a dismal Grangetown Sunday recedes. The skies might be the colour of Welsh slate and the pavements awash with puddles, but in Sai La Vie the air is heady with spices. Every screen is showing the cricket- India dominating Pakistan in Dubai- to fans fortified since 9am by Read More
The Old Moathouse in Kidwelly is one of the oldest surviving houses within the medieval walled town. It could, with a little license, be described as standing in the shadow of the Castle: it certainly has enviable views of those 13th century walls. That Castle was, famously, the setting for the opening scene of Monty Read More
‘Would you like more lamb?’ Godfrey offers. ‘Just so you don’t have to waste that bit of rice.’ As if. My first Tanzanian meal at Onja had already put me in a good mood. For a few minutes I had forgotten the ache in my back and my feet complaining about being on them for Read More
This blog is a very simple thing.
I won’t try to sell you any hand lotion, exercise programmes, coffee syrups or Patagonian nose flutes. You won’t find tips on dating, ‘wellness’ or yoga mats.
I write because I love it (and food, as indicated by my increasing girth). Greed happens to be my Deadly Sin of choice, but at least it is never shy of providing me with subject matter.Â
A simple thing, then: all you get is me wittering on semi-coherently about places I’ve eaten at; hence a ‘restaurant blog’ rather than a ‘food blog’, although there are a few recipes scattered throughout.Â
From mezze to Michelin ‘fine dining’ and all points in between.Â